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Everyone, everyone thought to stop and not think of what they became
Holding beautiful things in phantom hands, they stay and they sway and they hang
Loitering in a room, I assume it's gotten more spacious today
Creeping dread, how it looms, it will be soon, I'll vanish and succumb to my doom
I can't be certain, although, tracing the wall is all I know
Even if it's all crumbled and rubble and ash and soot have covered it up
Right beyond the dying hate, a target forever lost
Here lies an ominous ocean of horrible thoughts
Brainwash, hurry, see the fog lying over the day
The colour glimmering ivory I've never seen such an awful array
When the moon rises up, blow the horn so you'll sound the alarm
And herd the gathering masses of wisps and lead them underneath the sea
